these days are spinning circus on a wheel
and i'm ill with the thought of your kiss
coffee laced, intoxicating on her lips
shut it out, i've got no claim on you now
not allowed to wear your freedom down, no
is there a chance, a fragment of light
at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
is there a chance you may change your mind
or are we ashes and wine?
Ashes and Wine, by A Fine Frenzy
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